At the same time,
First Grade, Class Two.
After everyone finished lunch, they returned to the classroom, chatting about their own topics or lying on their desks to sleep.
The noisy sounds, the clamorous noises, were incessant.
However, the next second, the entire class suddenly fell silent.
All eyes were focused on a figure at the door.
Some swallowed their saliva, others widened their eyes, and some rubbed their eyes, as if afraid of seeing wrongly.
A girl in a school uniform stood at the classroom door, her face cold, her demeanor elegant, exuding a strong icy aura. Even some timid girls dared not look her in the eyes and lowered their heads.
In an instant, it seemed as if the entire classroom had lost its color.
The girl at the door was walking into the classroom, her steps light but exceptionally clear.
At this moment, everyone became solemn and respectful, not daring to breathe heavily.
This atmosphere lasted for a while, and suddenly, the class monitor, biting the bullet, stood up from the front row. She looked nervously at the girl, her fists clenched, her palms sweaty.
"Ji... Senior, hello!"
The monitor stammered, "Is there something you need?"
Ji Qingyi's gaze fell on the monitor, cold and filled with scrutiny.
"Ji... Senior, do you... not recognize me anymore?"
The monitor's forehead was covered in cold sweat.
Ji Qingyi did not answer her question but instead turned her head to scan the classroom, then looked back at the monitor.
Seeing Ji Qingyi's gaze, the monitor's head drooped lower, almost burying itself in her chest.
"Su Cheng."
Ji Qingyi spoke, her tone flat, without a ripple.
"He... hasn't... come back yet."
The monitor cautiously lifted her head to glance at Ji Qingyi, then lowered it again, whispering.
"His seat."
Ji Qingyi spoke again.
"Oh, oh, that's his seat."
Hearing Ji Qingyi's words, the monitor immediately pointed to an empty desk beside her.
Then, Ji Qingyi walked over to the seat and sat down.
The monitor glanced at Ji Qingyi's back and then let out a sigh of relief.
After sitting down, Ji Qingyi began to flip through the folder in her hand. Seeing this, the monitor quickly sat back in her seat, even more upright and disciplined than during class.
Not just her, but everyone in the class was now sitting straight, feeling like they were on pins and needles.
Ji Qingyi sat in her seat, flipping through the pages of the folder in her hand, her gaze calm and unwavering, her face showing no joy or anger.
At this moment, someone in the class finally couldn't bear this oppressive atmosphere. A boy sitting near the door quietly left his seat and ran out of the classroom.
But just as he stepped out, he collided with a tall figure and hurriedly looked up, only to find a Disciplinary Committee Member. He quickly bowed his head and apologized, "I'm sorry, senior."
"It's fine, is Su Cheng in this class?"
Hoshino Yikui glanced into the classroom and noticed the eerie silence, feeling something was off.
Is the discipline in the first grade really this strict?
It's lunch break, yet not a single person is talking, and there's not a sound. Everyone is sitting straight, as if class had already started.
"Yes."
The boy nodded in response.
"Where is Su Cheng's seat?"
Hoshino Yikui looked around the classroom and saw everyone in their seats, so he directly asked.
"Fourth row, second to last!"
The boy replied without hesitation.
"Fourth row?"
Hearing the boy's words, Hoshino Yikui looked over and smirked disdainfully.
Everyone else is sitting straight, but Su Cheng is sitting there with his head down, looking unruly. It seems he needs a lesson from me, the righteous Disciplinary Committee Member.
Today is his duty day, so he decided to keep an eye on Su Cheng all day.
He'll wait for him to break the rules.
Violating school rules is a serious offense, even he wouldn't dare to break them.
So he could only give Su Cheng a little lesson by following the normal inspection procedures.
Thinking this, Hoshino Yikui strode into the classroom with anger, about to stop at the second to last seat. The students in the classroom noticed him and, seeing a Disciplinary Committee Member, they all showed strange expressions.
"You..."
As Hoshino Yikui approached, he realized it was a female's back and hesitated, swallowing the words he was about to say.
At this moment, Ji Qingyi slowly turned her head to look at him, her eyes like looking at a dead person.
Recognizing her face, Hoshino Yikui froze, his expression stiff, his mouth agape, unable to speak.
Just that one glance made Hoshino Yikui feel all his nightmares from childhood were awakened, the memories flooding back.
"Senior Ji, I'm on patrol, didn't expect to see you here!"
He suddenly snapped back to reality and bowed, trying to remain composed.
"I see."
Ji Qingyi said four words.
With those four words, she lowered her head again to read the documents, as if she hadn't even glanced at Hoshino Yikui, as if nothing had happened.
"Alright, you carry on."
Hearing Ji Qingyi's voice, Hoshino Yikui let out a sigh of relief and quickly turned to leave without looking back.
Once outside the classroom, his heart was still pounding, as if he had just walked through the gates of hell.
No wonder it was so quiet...
And why is she sitting in Su Cheng's seat?
Could it be that they know each other!?
Realizing this, he found himself drenched in sweat, wiping the cold sweat from his forehead before turning to leave towards the stairs.
"Looks like I can't get revenge for my sister..."
Don't blame him for being so afraid, because the consequences of offending Ji Qingyi are worse than death.
Ji Qingyi's family's group revenue accounts for about 40% of Flame Country's GDP, almost controlling half of the economy, and basically controlling all industries. It's not an exaggeration to call it the heart of the country.
If they make a slight move, Flame Country could experience an earthquake.
He clearly remembers that in the first grade, Ji Qingyi hid her identity at school.
She even didn't use the surname Ji, but Liu.
There was a female classmate who didn't like Ji Qingyi's behavior at school and bullied her, using all kinds of foul language against her.
This incident reached Ji Qingyi's family, and as a beloved daughter, her family immediately took action, using thunderous means.
Before the girl's family could react, their entire family business began to crumble, and her direct relatives were all imprisoned.
But only the girl was left unscathed, with no school willing to accept her, no company willing to hire her, not even part-time jobs. She could only set up a stall on the street, selling things to make a living.
From a noble family to a forever fallen commoner, such a gap is unbearable, let alone the guilt of causing the downfall of her entire family. It would be better to kill her outright.

for mindless slaughter, this isn't for you.] My name is Ye Shu, and I'm a transmigrator. It seems I'm supposed to be the protagonist, but that feels pretty unlikely. This world has been invaded by a system. The antagonists on the other side have suddenly become pure, flawless saints. The female leads have been force-fed the so-called "original plot," making them think they've been reborn. Now, everyone thinks I'm scum. Including the old lady in my ring. And here I am, in the Monster Beast Mountain Range, braising pork. To put my situation in perspective— It's as if, the moment Xiao Yan stepped into the Monster Beast Mountain Range, the Soul Emperor already knew he would become the Flame Emperor, and Yao Lao had been turned to the enemy's side. I have nothing right now. Oh wait, that's not true. I do have a white-haired loli child-bride who's the Heavenly Dao, and her only skill is acting cute. So, tell me guys... what are my chances of making it to the end?

nto another world, I bought a slave for the first time, never expecting the silver wolf girl to be so cute... Lin Feng: I know it's cold, but you don't have to sneak into my bed! Yuna: Just sharing body warmth, if you dare do anything naughty, I'll definitely...

rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!

transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”